savageGarden...

Santa Monica The lazy streets so undemanding I walk into the crowd In Santa Monica you get your coffee from The coolest places on the promenade Where people dress just so Beauty so unavoidable everywhere you turn It's there But on the telephone line I am anyone I am anything I want to be I could be a supermodel or Norman Mailer And you wouldn't know the difference In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names Like Jake or Mandy And modern bodies too In Santa Monica, on the boulevard, You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters Or they'll knock you down I never felt so lonely, Never felt so out of place But on the telephone line I am anyone I am anything I want to be I could be a supermodel or Norman Mailer On the telephone line, I am any height I am any age I want to be I could be a caped crusader, or space invader And you would know the difference Or would you? on the telephone line I am anyone I am anything I want to be I could be a supermodel or Norman Mailer THE END by lune

Savage Garden - To The Moon And Back
She's taking her time making up the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smiles
And the look in their eyes
Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one
They're saying
Mama never loved her much
And daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she's waiting for
The right kind of pilot to come
(and she'll say to him)
She's saying
I would fly you to the moon and back
If you'll be, if you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So, would you be my baby?
Ooh-ooh
She can't remember a time
When she felt needed
If love was red then she was colour-blind
All her friends they've been tried for treason
And crimes that were never defined
She's saying
Love is like a barren place
And reaching out for human faith is
Is like a journey I just don't have a map for
So baby gonna take a dive and
push the shift to overdrive
Send a signal that she's hanging all her hopes on
the stars
(What a pleasant dream) just saying
I would fly you to the moon and back
If you'll be, if you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So, would you be my baby?
Mamma never loved her much
And daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot
To come (and she'll say to him)
She's saying
I would fly you to the moon and back
If you'll be, if you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So, would you be my baby?